Orellabac

From a theater was the puppeteer
Until one day something happened
Madness captivated him
When he saw how from the paper
From the script in front of him

Life itself took on
It was a dragon and a knight
And the puppeteer's delirium
Turned him into that warrior

But he forgot who he really is
He forgot to feel and desire
And so the story began
A quixote, wandering without fear
Without desires or pain

Orellabac, knight of metal, condemned to not
Feel or remember
Orellabac, with his armor and nothing else
Fighting against the wind and against the sea
Orellabac

He embarked on the journey
Daduic found on the back of the map
The Oldyoungwoman entrusts him with a mission
To kill the dragon
To find the book of desires
To learn to desire
It's not madness that should be enjoyed
It's passion for what you love!

Orellabac, knight of metal, condemned to not
Feel or remember
Orellabac, with his armor and nothing else
Fighting against the wind and against the sea

Confused, what is his destiny?, he seeks the
Path that will make him feel
Against the genius, against the maiden, against the
Tide, he finally arrived
And a girl waits for him, with the book that
By reading he will be able to feel and desire
But it's blank

Because they all are actually
They make you desire
And from one blue he saw life being taken
A sword and a dragon
He took the sword, removed his helmet, showed his
Face
He attacked the dragon, felt desire and pain and in
The midst of dying and living he remembered
Who he was

Orellabac, knight of metal, condemned to not
Feel or remember
Orellabac, he fulfilled his mission, found the
Sword, the book and faced the dragon
Orellabac, and he remembered his name!

It's Tremolan, puppeteer once again, his delirium
Has come to an end
It's Tremolan, and now he dreams of returning
Where dreams come true
It's Tremolan, and his journey is over!
Orellabac